How about

BIG ELLIE,br>
I'll tell you the story of big Ellie May.
She took up golf in a serious way.
In her big lady's jumper and a new plastic bag,
She could have passed for Jack Nicklaus in drag.
Too ra loo too ra lay,
It's keep your head down boys and hammer away.

Now Ellie was handicapped more than the rest.
Her swing was impaired by the size of her chest.
Her "vital" statistics became her downfall.
When she swung they both swung and they all missed the ball.
Too ra...etc.

Now Ellie decided they had too much scope.
She tethered them up with a big piece of rope,
But they didn't like being held in a noose,
And the very next swing, once again they broke loose.
Too ra...etc.

In sheer desperation she went to the Pro.
He looked at big Ellie and he said, "I don't know.
I've only seen two that could swing like yours do,
And they were on a camel in Caldicott Zoo."
Too ra...etc.

This pointed remark at the poor girl's physique
Made Ellie lash out in a great fit of pique.
Her blow caught the pro in his most tender spot.
Now he's got two just as big as she's got.
Too ra...etc.